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My friend was visiting family in the states. They lived in a rural community of Maine and one morning she woke up before everyone else and decided to go for a run. After ~30 minutes she turned back and started noticing a van following a few blocks behind her. She thought it was strange so started turning down a few streets with the van following every move. She started sprinting and the van sped up too.

She ran to the first house she could find and started banging on the door. No answer. Hoped the fence and started banging on the back door. Dog in the house started barking at her but no one answered. She jumped into the empty pool in the backyard and hid while dialling 911. A car parked in front of the house and man started calling out to her offering her a ride home.

The dog in the house was now barking like crazy and the man left after about a minute. Police showed up and took her back to her family’s place. She gave a report and they identified the van from a nearby HVAC business. It had been stolen early that day and the same man was arrested in the next county at a gas station.



When I was in 8th Grade, I had two of my friend’s sleepover at my house. A little back story, at the time my dad lived in Canada for business and my little sister, was at a friends house.

So that night being little mischievous middle schoolers, we decided to sneak out of my house. There was a kid who lived down the street that was a bully, so we decided to doorbell ditch his house. At the time it’s probably 2:30 am on a Saturday in the summer. We ring the doorbell numerous times and he comes running out of the house after us. (This was part of the fun of doorbell ditching him.. because he would chase you) anyways he is running after us but we had a good head start so we lost him. We were kneeling across the street in some bushes and my friend mark lost his shoe. He wouldn’t stop complaining about it because he had just got them. I told him to stop worrying about it and let’s go back to my house.

So we sneak back into my house. And we are in the kitchen. It’s dimly lit to the point where I still had a pretty good vision of everything around me. All of sudden we hear something drop.. sounds like a penny. We ask each other if we heard that. All of sudden we hear it again but it’s getting closer. At this point, we think the neighbor kid is in my house trying to scare us or beat us up. A moment goes by and I see a water bottle cap land by my foot. We stand there pretty scared/confused. Then what happens next… I can’t even explain but I saw the bottle cap violently fly from the ground near my foot and hit the cabinet indirectly behind me. At this point we all kind of make some ruckus and b-line it to my bedroom and slam my door. And then we hear it hit my door.

At this point, we were all panicking in my room. We think the neighbor is in my house but we didn’t see anyone. Plus that still doesn’t explain then bottle cap. Then about 2 minutes later we hear a loud bang on my door, which sounds like someone slammed a jar of pennies against my door. I was sitting on the bottom bunk of my bed and I literally was so scared I jumped up to the top bunk. We all looked at each other and we were pale. They were telling me to open the door and check it out but I was too afraid. We waited about 20 minutes and I opened the door to white uncooked rice all over the floor.

The next morning my mom said we ” you boys must have been getting wild last night, I cleaned up a bunch of rice off the floor”. Still to this day, we have no explanation for what happened that night.


I was only 4 when this happened. Was playing outside with my siblings and neighbors and while they’re busy playing, a lady approached me and took me to her place. A nearby neighborhood. After a while, everybody was freaking out and they started looking for me everywhere. This lady was severely depressed, her husband left her after their son died. He couldn’t handle her depression apparently.

She took me to her place, fed me and gave me tons of candy. For a couple of days. She also made me wear her deceased son pyjamas. At some point, She took me to buy some candy from the store, the store owner knew her so he reported that to the police. She didn’t hurt me at all, the doctor even said I was well fed. I always think of her and pray she’s in a better place now, even tried to go visit her when I was a college student, her house was sold and she moved away apparently.



Somebody mailed my friend a bunch of pictures of his wife just going about her day. Some of them were taken through the windows of their home.

Police were called and everything, but nothing ever came of it. They actually moved because of it.



This happened about three years ago or so. I was sitting in the kitchen, and it was around 10 pm or so. I heard a really loud “thump” in the basement.

I live alone with two dogs so any sound is somewhat frightening to me.

So, as I’m walking down the stairs to the basement, I hear the thumping again, in an oddly rhythmic pattern. I creak open the door into the basement bedroom, and I see my dog is just ramming his head and body into the wall, over and over.

I can’t explain to you how shockingly unnatural looking it was. It looked like… he was controlled or something. I called him over, and he stopped and came upstairs with me.

Three hours later, I hear the thumping again. I get out of bed again, However, when I went down to check it, it was my OTHER dog that was ramming his head into the wall.

It was like he was possessed. Scared the cheese out of me.

Since then, nothing like that has happened, but what an unexplainable event…



When I was in my very early 20’s my mom and I shared a house. We had a stalker. The first night we stayed in the house someone got into our car. My mom happened to come outside, saw him, set off the panic alarm on the car and scared him away. My backpack had been in the car and he dumped the contents into the floorboard of the car but left the paycheck that I had just cashed, all the cash still in a bank envelope. The police said it seemed that they were searching for something specific and really questioned me about what that might be. But I have no idea. Police were able to get a partial palm print off the car but had no matches in their system.

My mom and I were out doing yard work and found a phone cord under our deck. It connected into the phone box on the outside of the house. We called the phone company out and they said that they figured that someone had been using the cord to hook up a phone and lay under our deck and listen in on our phone calls. They removed the cord and put a lock on the phone box.

We also frequently heard someone walking outside our windows at night. We would call the police and they would drive by but not see anyone. Another time all of the lightbulbs from our exterior lights were removed. Once we came home and my mom realized that a pair of earrings and a stuffed animal that had been sitting on her dresser were missing. There was no sign of anyone having broken in but those items never turned up and we were sure someone had been in the house. We frequently heard this weird thump and squeak noise that we could never figure out what caused it.

Another time my mom was raking leaves at the front of the house and saw something in one of our bushes. It was a voice-activated recorder, wrapped in black plastic and tied to the trunk of one of our bushes. The recorder was tapped into our phone line. Someone had gotten under our house, drilled a hole through our foundation (!!) and run a phone cord through the hole, into the recorder in the bush. We have no idea how a neighbor (though they were all elderly) didn’t see or hear this happening. The police, who were well aware of the issues by this point, now seemed to realize that this was a serious, scary problem. They sent several officers out to investigate the recorder. We were in the house talking to an officer and heard the thump/squeak noise that we always heard. We told the officer “That’s the noise we can’t identify!” As it turns out, at that moment an officer was crawling under the house and had bumped a pipe. He was able to repeat the noise. The police figured that it was almost impossible to get into or out of the crawlspace under our house without bumping that pipe. And we heard that noise a lot! The police think that whoever it was was getting into the crawlspace and lying under the house listening to us! We put a cover over the entrance and glued it down. We put sequins in a certain order in the glue so that we could tell if it had been removed and re-glued.

It was all insanely creepy. We eventually moved. I moved in with my boyfriend (now husband) on a second-floor apartment. I felt so much safer with people all around and figure that the stalking issue was behind me. Not long after we moved in I noticed that our caller ID wasn’t working. I called the phone company and they informed me that a “Mr Kramer” had called and requested that the caller ID service be turned off on our phone. I had a meltdown! I was so upset, first off because the phone company let some random person make changes on our phone line and secondly because apparently the issues were not behind me and they were planning something and didn’t want the caller ID to show up. I put a password on our account so no changes could be made without it. And that was the last issue we ever had. I really think the caller ID issue was possibly unrelated. Maybe someone was accidentally making changes to the wrong account or something?? Either way, it was very creepy though I have to admit, if the person had wanted to do something bad to either one of us there were surely plenty of times that could have been done. It really seems they just wanted to observe us and scare us.



Staying in a motel with my wife one night, she falls asleep really quickly but for me, it takes a while to drift off to sleep. So I’m lying there in the dark for a while and I distinctly hear a voice coming from somewhere in the room quietly, though just above a whisper, say: “I think they’re asleep now.” – Immediate fright response; I bolt out of bed, turn on all the lights and start frantically searching the room; I look in the bathroom behind the shower curtain, under the bed… nothing. It’s a one-room motel room, the door is bolted shut, there’s nobody else in the room. My wife is now freaked because of my actions.

What I experienced is called a Hypnagogic Hallucination; a not an uncommon experience during the initial stages of sleep. But if I had not known what that was I would have thought the room was haunted.



This happened to my Father, I will tell the story the way he told me to better the story. I was 22 years old. I had just gotten a place closer to my new job but the neighborhood I lived in was secluded. Maybe four houses within a mile, nothing for miles after that. I was having a normal night, maybe my first week there. I watched some TV and fell asleep. When I woke up around 1 A.M., I was about to go to my bedroom when I remembered to turn off the bathroom light at the opposite end of the house. As I was walking through the living room, I could barely see through to the kitchen and even farther, the dining room. It was pitch black because the bathroom door was closed.

In the Dining room, however, I saw something tall standing up in the corner. I froze and as my eyes adjusted, I saw it was an old man or woman in a white gown with white hair. ” Hey!” I yelled. The old person sprinted towards me like a fucking jet. I sprinted back to my room where the light was on. I put my hands up, ready to fight and the old person came lunging in and when they saw me they stopped and said:” Why are you in my house?” I pretended I was leaving and apologized while I eased into the closest bathroom, locked the door, and called 911 with the house phone. Turns out a woman about a half-mile away in the neighborhood had a form of dementia and wandered into my house while I was sleeping.



Mom walking through the house with a realtor, 3-year-old me in tow. Realtor mentions that the house used to be an orphanage (mom loves old houses, this one had plenty of rooms and old house-y-ness). About 15 minutes in, 3 years old I kept asking, “Where’d that little boy go?”




My friend came home from school one day to find that her house had been broken into. She decided to go inside, and look around whilst she called her mum. She was done looking at the second floor when she made for the stairs, her mum convinced her to go outside and wait for the police (who she had called). Later on, the police asked the family if they owned a crowbar, the said they didn’t. They then said it looks like the offender was still in the house when she got home, and they were waiting at the top of the stairs with a crowbar, which they stupidly left behind when they fled.



When we were younger, about age 16 in 2006, my best friend and I were watching “Troy” at his sister’s apartment. The movie went well into the night so I called my mom and asked if I could stay the night. She said it was cool. My buddy Jose was a tough kinda guy, football player and popular. I was a football player too but really just known as Jose’s best friend. As we were getting ready for bed at about 2:30 am we decide to call a “Party chat Line” and make our voices like girls to mess with the creeper guys on it.

We do our usual pranking being completely obnoxious by making girl moaning sounds. We are laughing our butts off as the guys would get pissed that they got tricked by 2 kids. Our laughing stopped when we met a guy who was by himself in the party room. He asked, “Do you want to play a game?” sounding like Jigsaw from “SAW” we proceed to talk shit to him when he asks again. “Do you want to play a game?” The very moment we agree he starts screaming “HANG UP HANG UP HANG UP!!!!” We had the phone on speaker so it being loud scared us into hanging up.

We look at each other and laugh and talk about how weird that was when the phone began to ring. The number was restricted. I flipped open the phone and put it on speaker. “Now we can play the game!” The man’s voice shot through the phone. My stomach had felt like someone jabbed me with a handful of needles, I was scared. How did he get my number? it was a party line. Jose was a huge skeptic and starts to taunt the guy. Telling him he doesn’t scare us. The man then says “Jose do you see that cat outside your window because I do.” We looked up and noticed a grey cat in his small backyard. Jose didn’t own any pets. We hung the phone up and ran to the living room. Sitting on the couch huddled up and shivering.

The phone rings again, we left it in his room. The ringtone at the time was (Justin Timberlake -My Love) but because of the crappy download, the audio file was louder than it should have been and came off distorted. The phone rang the entire night. We didn’t go back to the room, we didn’t sleep. When his sister woke up we walked into his room and noticed the phone on had died from all the ringing. He plugged in the charger. When the phone came back on he had over 80 missed calls and 2 pictures. The pictures were of the backyard looking to the room we were in and a picture of our shoes on the front porch. To this day, we have no idea how that happened or who that was. Scared us for life.



When I was a little girl my brother and I shared a room (we were 15 months apart) and in our room, we had a wood divider down the middle because we fought so much… anyways… I was maybe between 4-6 (I can’t remember the exact age) and it was Easter time. Actually it was the Saturday night before Easter Sunday and I heard something in our room. I thought it was the Easter bunny. So I peeked out of my covers and I swear to this day it was the real Easter bunny. I saw a black vest with chains and a pocket watch hanging down and some glasses hanging out of the other top pocket. He walked over and I shot my head back under the covers. He sat down on my bed. I became very scared (my older sisters had said the Easter bunny kills bad kids and kids who try to peek at him and I was definitely a little shit either way) and pulled the covers taut and could feel him lean over me and get very close to my face. I peaked out again with one eye and I saw an eye staring back at me… then a pillow goes over my head.

I slowly turned my head to the side because I couldn’t breathe and didn’t know what was going on, but I got a breath and held it. In my little pea brain head, I had a voice that just said hold it in like I’m playing a game… well I did. Then the Easter bunny got up off the bed… I could hear him and the chains on his vest rattle as he walked.. then back through the window. I was so scared I didn’t know that to do, I just laid there under the covers with the sheet pulled tautly and the pillow on top of my head and eventually fell asleep I guess… I honestly don’t remember if I tried to wake my parents or not…

I just know I woke up in my bed the next morning, thinking it was all a dream… I told my sisters and brother that the Easter bunny came and sat on my bed last night as we went through our Easter candy and got ready to go for our Easter egg hunt… my mom and dad overheard and the next thing I know they called the police and there were footprints outside of mine and my bro’s bedroom window and the screen had been ripped off and the window slightly slid open.

Years later I found out a sicko had been trying to hurt me to get back at my dad. He was a biker (my dad was too), henceforth the black leather vest and chains and apparently that wasn’t the only time he broke into our house and that’s not the only time he tried to hurt me or talk to me. He used to call and talk to me all the time apparently… I don’t remember any of it but that one incident.



This happened to a friend of mine and was verified by her sister and girlfriend.

The three of them were camping in an area in southern Utah (sorry I don’t remember the exact location), and it was during the fall/early winter so it got dark very early, around 5:00. When it started getting dark the three of them built a fire and sat around it, just talking and eating, normal stuff.

Everything was fine for a while, but they started to hear this weird chirping noise. She described it to me as a kookaburra call slowed down. They got kind of freaked out at this point because it didn’t sound like any regular animal. They also kept noticing rustling/movement out of the corners of their eyes but could never see what was making it.

After a while, they went to bed, and everything was fine until my friend was woken up in the middle of the night to see what looked like hands pressed up against the outside of her tent, and she heard a weird wet breathing sound (like when someone has a stuffy throat and kind of wheezes while breathing). She said she was so scared she couldn’t talk but was able to wake up her sister. They stayed quiet and eventually the handprints kind of just faded away.

In the morning they wanted to get the hell out of there, so they started packing up their stuff at sunrise. My friend looked around where the handprints had been, and saw a trail of long, skinny footprints leading up to their campsite, but not away from it.

She and her sister aren’t the kinds to bullshit around, so I believe that this really happened. To this day she’s convinced it was a skinwalker.



OK, this happened back in the ’70s when a lot of people were still dropping acid and shit like that.

I and several friends were having a sleepover at another friends house. Their dad worked out of town and never got home until like 2 am, mom was a nurse and working the night shift.

His older sister, who was 17, was the only “adult” there, we were all around 12-13 years old, except the friend’s little brother who was probably 7 or 8. 6 of us altogether.

We were sitting watching TV when one friend who was sitting near the front window said: “what’s this guy doing”. We all went to look, and with only one window a couple of us opened the front door. Now, my friend’s house sat on a hill well above street level, usually, someone on the street never looked up while walking along their way.

This guy (later found out was 19) was standing in the middle of the road, it was night but we could see him in the streetlight. He would take off running, stop, turn around, run the other way and was also pacing back and forth.

None of us had said anything, at least where he could hear us, and suddenly he stopped, turned and looked up towards the house and stood there for a few moments just staring.

He then started shooting the finger at us and doing that thing where people cup one hand under their other arm, squeeze it and make farting noises.

We were already freaking out, then he started walking up the hill to the house. We slammed the door, locked it, and got away from the windows. The guy starts beating on the door, I mean pounding it loudly, yelling “Let me in!”

Sufficiently scared shitless, the older sister kept her head and herded us all into the kitchen, where she calls the police. In those days there was no 911 and it took forever for cops to get to your house. The cops told her to lock the door and not let him in (yeah, no shit). She got off the phone with the cops and immediately called her mother. Mom told her to go get her dad’s pistol from their bedroom and shoot the bastard if he gets in. Mom was on her way home as fast as she could make it.

Meanwhile, this guy had gone around to the side door (where the kitchen is) and started beating on it, saying “let me in!”. He was also going to the windows, beating on them saying “let me in!”.

The older sister yelled back at him that she had called police, she had a gun and would shoot him if he didn’t leave. He then started saying “No, I just want to be your friend. Let me in!”

This went on for what seemed like an hour (I’m sure it was a much shorter time but we were in sheer terror). He would go from the front door to the side door, to the windows beating on them saying “Let me in, I just want to be your friend”.

Eventually, the guy left, we could see him through the sheer curtains walk down the drive and then down the street. About that time their mom arrived home. I and the two other friends who were to spend the night decided we had enough fun and got their mom to take us home (we all lived in the same neighborhood).

Seemed like it was all over but when my friend’s mom got home after delivering us, this asshole shows up again, this time someone brought him in a car. He and the other guy got out, started towards the door with the guy saying “I just want to be your friend’, to which their mom replied by emptying the pistol in their direction. Needless to say, the two guys hauled ass out of there. Cops finally showed up to no avail.

I later found out who this guy was and that he lived two houses down from me. I found it out from his brother who was coming over to see my sister and heard him tell my sis about some crazy shit his brother had done. Seems his brother was tripping on acid but remembered what he had done. He regretted doing it and was afraid the cops were going to find him.

I sort of knew the guy myself, he used to throw the football around with us kids (we were always playing street football). Was always a cool guy.

The guy who had come back with him in the car lived in our neighborhood too. Another cool guy, I knew his sister who was the same age as me. This other dude had just shown up at his house and told him to give him a ride to some friends house so they could all party. He had no idea what the guy had done.

It all wasn’t so scary after learning all the details for some reason, but we were scared to fucking death when it happened and no telling what the guy would have done if he had gotten into the house.



After I had my wisdom teeth removed my senior year of high school, I had the worst time with pain medication. When I was awake, everything seemed slow and my body felt weak. When I was asleep I had vivid nightmares. I kept dreaming that I was getting vivisected in a white room with paintings of flowers on the walls; specifically, the flowers were red tulips and yellow daisies, all done in an impressionist style. If I looked down in the dream I could see my organs. It was horrible. The minute I could stop taking the medication I flushed the rest down the toilet (which is not something you should ever do, by the way. Find a drug drop or something please). It had me fucked up for a long time.

Anyway, fast forward a year. I’m in my first year of college, and I’ve been feeling lethargic and crabby. The college health centre ordered a blood test, and as the nurse practitioner-led me back to the room where they would draw my blood, guess what I saw? White walls with the same damned flower paintings from my vivisection nightmares. I almost began to panic, so I withdrew my agreement and requested to go have the blood tests done at a clinic when I was back home later that week.

There are probably plenty of explanations for why, but it scared the hell out of me at the time and remains the creepiest thing that happened to me l–or should I say didn’t happen to me.



My grandma died during the late 90s. My cousin, who was her favorite, was asked to find her favorite dress so she could wear it while people visit her at the funerary. The thing is, my grandma’s closet is a huge as a fitting room (think 6 cubicles 2 rows 3 columns). After about an hour of searching coz he can’t find it, he mutters something like “if only someone would help me”. The next closet door he opens, the dress just falls in front of him.



There have always been rumors that if you travel far enough back into a certain part of my town, you will reach this hidden community filled with these crazy people who hate outsiders. The road back there is very easy to find and travel on which made me pretty skeptical right away so one day, a friend and I drove back there in my truck.

I had looked at the place on google earth and it didn’t seem to be more than a small group of ranch style homes. Well, shit went south pretty quick. The first house we passed had this weird army of dogs running around. They all start going batshit crazy so we just sped up but that was like the warning bell because people started coming out of every fucking house and they were all yelling shit at us. My friend and I both start freaking out, speed past and try to find the first place to turn around and get out. As I’m making my u-turn, rocks are starting to hit my truck and one guy was walking straight from his garage with what looked like a shotgun. He didn’t shoot but I did have some big dents on my truck from the rocks.

We hauled ass out of there and I had to lie to my dad and tell him that shit flew out of a car in front of me on the freeway and hit me causing the dents.



I’m a Loss Adjuster (insurance assessor) and there is one claim that will forever stick with me as being unexplained and creepy.

The client was a divorced lady in her mid-late 50’s. She lived alone, with her 18-year-old son moving out about six months earlier after he finished High School. She had gone through a divorce in the last 5 years and once her son finished school she decided to “reinvent herself”, going to university in a town about 300km’s away. This meant that she was leaving home on a Monday morning and not getting back until the Friday night, as she had a rented flat near uni.

Anyway, one Friday night she gets back home and finds the gate locked (as usual) but her keys weren’t working in the lock. She thought that perhaps it’d rained or the lock was jammed so she jumped the fence and walked to the house. Guess what? none of her keys worked there either.

She immediately called the police and a locksmith. Entry was gained to the house and that’s where it got REALLY weird. Most things were where they should be, but just a bit off. Someone had clearly been in the house and was messing with her.

Things that ended up being part of the list of damages were

  • all locks had been changed
  • all photos in frames on the wall had one person cut out of them and had been re-hung. Not the same person, either. It might be mum in one photo, dad in another, etc.
  • all spoons had been stolen (as in, you’d open the cutlery drawer and there were no spoons – still had all knives etc). This wasn’t just the kitchen either. Her picnic set in the storeroom had its spoons taken too.
  • Her television had been turned around to face the wall
  • All of the goods in her fridge were now in the freezer, and goods in the freezer now (in a stinking defrosted mess) in the fridge
  • All the water tanks (about 200,000 gallons of water) had been drained
  • Her bedroom had been re-arranged

But my personal “favourite” was my son’s bedroom. As above, the kid had moved out a few months earlier but (like most of us do) left some stuff behind.

In the wardrobe where there should have been 5 high school uniforms (here in Australia we wear uniforms to school) had been replaced with 5 high school DRESSES. That’s right, the boy’s uniforms had been stolen and replaced with DRESSES.

In the end, the Insurance company paid a heck of a lot of money to fix up the house, but the woman never lived there again. The police ended up not finding out what had happened but were able to prove it wasn’t the customer, her family, or anyone they knew.

Last I heard she was in a mental facility because the entire thing sent her nuts. She’d go looking for something months later and find some more tampering.



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